Eight hours
Somewhere my soul is sitting in a cabin
Cooking a meal in a kitchen with a fire and an oven
Outside the land is covered in snow
Woodlands and plains, rivers, oceans
A lake
Biding its time until I come home
Somewhere my soul is sitting in a cabin
Cooking a meal in a kitchen with a fire and an oven
Outside the land is covered in snow
Woodlands and plains, rivers, oceans
A lake
Biding its time until I come home
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